The nap has started a little earlier than Sam had intended, and Castiel isn't even aware of it. Just presses closer to his dom and keeps sinking more deeply into sleep. Restful, now that nothing hangs between them like a black cloud anymore. He still wears the black collar, and the bruises. Punishments on his skin, and the lack of play in the next few days will be further punishment. Enough, Castiel thinks. More than enough punishment for his own foolishness.
He wakes earlier than Sam, still not particularly used to sleep in general, but feeling rested. Disentagles himself, pads into the kitchen barefoot. Sees Dean dozing on a couch on his way over there while Kevin works on some translations. Dean put some leftovers aside for them, and Castiel heats them up before taking them back to their room along with hot coffee. Places plates and cups on the nightstand, and only then allows himself to wince, knowing he really needs that cream right about now.
So he crawls back onto the bed, crawls over Sam and gives him sweet, chaste kisses to wake him up.
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Date: 2014-02-05 12:49 am (UTC)He wakes earlier than Sam, still not particularly used to sleep in general, but feeling rested. Disentagles himself, pads into the kitchen barefoot. Sees Dean dozing on a couch on his way over there while Kevin works on some translations. Dean put some leftovers aside for them, and Castiel heats them up before taking them back to their room along with hot coffee. Places plates and cups on the nightstand, and only then allows himself to wince, knowing he really needs that cream right about now.
So he crawls back onto the bed, crawls over Sam and gives him sweet, chaste kisses to wake him up.